So we left Harare today for Bulawayo, another area in Zim. This is what they consider the cultural center of Zim, code for “this is where all the people that like hip hop live”. Everyone keeps promising a crazy crowd tonight.
So the flight, the flight was interesting. We went to the “domestic” gate of the airport, and when I say airport I mean small warehouse with two gates…ummm.. I mean two doors side by side that are supposed to be departure gates. You check your luggage on a conveyor belt that goes about 20 feet to the outside, and if you rush, your luggage will still beat you to the plane. How do I know? I saw the guy bringing my suitcase on the plane. How did I see that? I had to walk on the taxi area to get on the crop duster posing as a commercial airliner.




